Wails of a Song
The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while jays drone on the horizon.
Mixed Senses Contest for nette onclaud
20 Sept 2015
From Amelie Mara ---Music in 9 lines
Copyright © Amelie Mara | Year Posted 2015
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